G C
Dig the new breed, down from Bangor, Maine
G C
Sunday afternoon, ruttin in the rain
G C
Had long shaggy hair, hangin on down on the ground
G C C7
Just to move his dung, took every man in town
[Bridge]
F G
Lord he could ramble, lord he could rumble
F G
When he took to stompin grown men would stumble
[Chorus]
F G C
The slaughter house drowned in the ram's blood
F G C
The butcher's family washed away in the flood
F G C
The blood it flowed like a river to the sea
D7 G C
And baby, that's where they baptized me
[Verse]
G C
He had great long horns harder than a pony keg
G C
Two comin out his head and one between his legs
G C
Great balls of thunder, full of spunk and shot
G C C7
All the ladies blushed while the men were pourin draught
[Bridge]
F G
Lord he could ramble, lord he could rumble
F G
When he took to stompin grown men would stumble
[Chorus]
F G C
The slaughter house drowned in the ram's blood
F G C
The butcher's family washed away in the flood
F G C
The blood it flowed like a river to the sea
D7 G C
And baby, that's where they baptized me
[Interlude]
G C G C
[Verse]
G C
Church lady asked me, "Are you washed in the blood,
G C
In the pore cleansing blood of that sacrificial lamb?"
D7 F C
Hell no I'm washed in the blood of the ram
D7 F C
Hell no I'm washed in the blood of the ram
